On a summer night up in Labrador,
a couple was having fun by the moor,
but the flies were lighting
and frequently biting
so it was best to make whoopie closed-door.
Cover for necro-mania, and other horrors, worked by epstein, deviation
From accountability; apperition like; I
Seem to see? In violence both near and
Far..into a mud, it seems is set the bar'
Most info, screams of only war, yet the
Shrieks were real, and i guess still are.?
From those sacrificial, innocent ones..I
Wonder? Who among us really sleeps now
Well.? And feels affected.' Yet time itself; has yet to tell? Tranches of info to
Light stay coy? The torrid tomes of pred o
Viles..Dear girls and boys' much abuse and
Slaughter.' Yet who wields the knife? Or guns? Or bombs..? How i curse this blight.'
Some light..I crave, yet darkness reigns..'
As ex-royals and current dignitaries, play table top
Games.'
I wanted to see you for a last time in-person,
But you let everyone else, except me, in.
I'm sad I will never see or talk to you again.
Surely we'll meet again, just unsure when.
So instead I am visiting here, in your absence.
But I'm not alone, I have my father's presence.
Though it's emptier here, I feel your essence.
I know nothing will make any difference.
I'm colouring at coffee table like in my youth.
I'm reflecting on what was the bigger truth.
I'm sorry for all the moments I was uncouth.
I miss how you sometimes had a sweet tooth.
I decided it is here I much rather not stay.
I just needed to be here for longer than a day.
I'm self-therapying slowly out of mood so gray.
Though you're gone, my love will not go away.
Mothering instincts perked up...
... heart to succor invites now
offers haven of God's love*
while blest soul welcomes midst hope
those seeking refuge from woes
and faith is propped to shelter
orphans yon prayer delight
*Romans 5:8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
July 21, 2025
3rd place, "WHAT HAPPENED AFTER" Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 7/23/2025
A woman’s voice said
Look out the window
and I saw a ravine
with a fresh cover
of snow.
I thought it was the neighbor
but I was alone.
A thicket of trees
reached for the sun
yet I noticed
one was fallen
its age born
in its rings.
Two cats lay on my bed
as I took in my visions
of a pastoral scene.
a day in February
in the middle of town.
In this moment
I bore my seasons
and winter called for spring
yet a patch of a lawn
had turned brown.
A woman’s voice said
Live, live again
as I faced another day.
It is what you see,
exposure to the light,
they can rush by you,
causing the feeling of flight,
petals that can't be painted,
palets of truth that are unattained,
captured only by the eyes,
secrets exposed if you trained,
they can warm you at night,
even cool you in the day,
the feelings they can give,
from trembling to wanting to play,
as wide as the spectrum known,
some colors hid from sight,
it is what you see,
Exposure to the light.
OVER-EXPOSURE
An immodest young fellow called Dan
Sunbathed nude for an all-over tan
The neighbours complained
So he was arraigned
And he spent the next year in the can
She
relish
The coming
Of November,
Her embellishments
Scattered around her feet
In rotting putrid decay.
Yet the old tree shivers naked
Meanwhile the common crow’s nest exposed.
Entered A November Nonet Poetry contest
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 11/11/2022
A sweet young thing from Arkansas
Went out one night without her bra
Her blouse slipped down
Which caused a frown
Since she was dancing with her pa.
written March 28, 2022
this world’s full of haters ~ peel back a few layers to expose their craters
but you search for lovers ~ peel deeper we’re exposed under the covers
I was about to write an expose
the muse turned its head – looked away
I replied: “they need to know what I think”
The answer - a condescending wink
A vicious and scalding silent retort
A head shake that read – you’ve naught to report
Yet inside my head a still battle roared
Sleeping beside it the muse loudly snored
Then in a canyon, a chasm of thought
I turned off the TV and all it had wrought
And wrote of a leaf and a cat long gone feral
Threw a few nuts to a chattering squirrel
Then left the room with the loud ticking clock
Put on my mask and went out for a walk
John G. Lawless
©10/3/2021
the world was waiting
at the wide open window
in came the fragrance
sunshine called to me
from the depths of afternoon
in the stylish blooms
red robin sang sweet
frogs croaked midst water lilies
the glad summer crowd
you've exposurephobia
you need it to be over
seeking out the closure
you're fake and you're a poser
it shows to those that know you
but you're convinced not true
living your life a delude
in armour we see through
exposed to all but you
In a race to get to class first, tripped and fell looking up teacher’s skirt!
1st placement
Written 03/09/2020
Monoku on ‘My Most Unforgettable Moment in HighSchool‘
JCB Buri
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